by Wilson Barbers
A friend of mine has just returned from Fat City. A Midwestern municipality, Fat City is probably the sole unapologetically fat community in the country – with a residency of adults averaging in the three hundred pound range.
Stepped in Midwestern traditions of corn-fed amplitude and individuality, it is one of the most accommodating environments you can find. With a population of folks who’ve by and large fled the rest of the country for a place where their size is taken into account (where movie theatre seating is accomplished with couches, for instance), Fat City has long been open to anyone who felt uncomfortable in mainstream U.S.A.
Despite this honest openness, a curious dynamic keeps the population its congenial large self: for many unfamiliar newcomers the sight of so many fat folk walking around guilt-free and happy appears unaccountably threatening, while the bulk of those new visitors who’ve been able to g